The room was completely dark, and just trying to figure out where I am made my eyes hurt. "Hello!" I exclaim, because I believe I'm lying down on a bed.
My legs were itching and I was sweating profusely.
My eyes are also bothering me, so I tried to avoid feeling hot, but it seems impossible.
When I heard the sound of a wheelchair, I knew it was Ace.
I'm supposed to feel relieved, but I still felt sacred.
I'll never forget what happened to me when I believed in the person in a wheelchair at the business party.
The light in the room dimmed, and I was astounded to see a man dressed entirely in a skyblue suit.
Ace is standing with his feet on the ground.
This is strange.
I panicked, but I'm too weak to get out of bed.
It was almost as if I had been injected to remain in one position while feeling a powerful urge and still being unable to find a way to satisfy my desire.
Ace smirked as he approached me.
